They seek him here, they seek him there;
Those frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven or is he in hell!
That demmed elusive Pimpernel.
They seek him near, they seek him far;
Under the sun and under the star.
They close the gates, they ring the bell;
To try and catch The Pimpernel.
They try so hard, but they try in vain;
For he eludes them yet again.
No matter where they try so well;
They cannot catch The Pimpernel.
Over land and over sea;
They cannot reach him, oh no, not he.
And no knows where he hides his bower;
The man with the name of the scarlet flower.
He rescues men from the guillotine;
With its evil blade, sharp and clean.
The women sing and shout his name;
While the evil search for who to blame.
They say he hails from English shores;
And walks about behind closed doors.
Yet no one sees him, for his disguise,
Keeps him safe from Prying eyes.
They seek him here, they seek him there;
These frenchies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven or is he in hell?
That elusive Scarlet Pimpernel.
Baroness Emmuska Orczy
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